Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Smog,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.